Post by Bob Grenier on Apr 12, 2014 23:32:28 GMT -5
(By invite Bob Grenier has made the trek from Timmins, Ontario Canada to Pocatello Idaho for Massacre. In what fashion nobody knows but Bob himself and he has refused to speak since touching down this morning, OCW reporters have finally tracked him down in a rundown motel 6. Times are rough. Bob answers his door, by the smile on his face, he has not been payed this much attention in awhile.)
Bob: I guess you can come in, friend.
(He speaks sarcastically and his tone is mean, it is not a genuine greeting.
Upon entering you can tell that in short time he has made this place his own. There is a cold water extract station on the table and beer cans are scattered about and a stale stench of smoke hangs in the air.)
Reporter: Not much is known about you. You are said to be a recluse. Talented yet volatile.
Bob: For 3 years, I've been living and breathing in the fucking shadows pal.
(He speaks clearly and the tone remains very stand offish. His eyes are completely glazed over, this man is clearlybin a drunken stupor. He puts a cigarette in his mouth and fumbles with his lighter.)
Reporter: Smoking, Drinking, Drugs. Are you in any condition to be employed here? They'll hire anybody these days.
Bob: You are lucky I need you. Quite frankly if you ever speak to me like that again, I will not hesitate to smack you in the mouth.
Reporter: Need me? For what?
Bob: I'm entering my name into the Brian Cady/ KC3 match. Were gonna make it a triple threat. You are going to tell the president of this company for me. If he doesn't like that it doesn't matter I will walk to that ring and I will maim anybody who trys to stop me.
Reporter: With all due respect, You are clearly high. You want to enter into a triple threat match?
Bob: You are pissing me off. I'm warning you. Those two men have shown me nothing. I've not seen them or heard from them about my intentions this week. I couldn't even find tape of these clowns. These 2 are in for a long fucking night. Let it be publicly known, I want in.
Reporter: Let's drop the the tough guy facade for a second. Do you really think it's wise, jumping into a ring non chalant, with conditioned athletes? Guy's not destroying themselves with multiple substances the night before the show.
Grenier appears to be angry. He butts out his cigarette and drops his beer on the ground, never taking his eyes of the OCW reporter. He stands up, and grabs the reporter by the neck and throws him up against the wall, lifting his feet of the ground. He get's in really close and begins to berate him.
Bob: You come to my domain, Where I am going to lay my head, You talk nonsense and ask stupid fucking questions, You sir, are lucky that I don't rip out you're fucking vocal chords. Facade? You clearly have no idea who I am. I am a feral beast and you almost became the food pal, but today is you're lucky day, Consider yourself spared. When you go back, let them know you came eye to eye with beast. I want you to tell KC3 about the evil that you see in my goddamn eyes. Tell Brian Cady, The Mad Genius, The Butcher of Baskett lake has him the fucking cross hairs. Let them know The Robert Grenier Redemption tour starts early, and it's starts with them.
(He slams him off the wall 5 or 6 more times, banging his head continually. Bob Grenier punches this poor man in the mouth and kicks him in the ribs. He opens the door, and proceeds to throw him out while laughing. When the camera man tries to leave, Bob Grenier grabs him and signals for him to stay.)
Bob: Don't go. I like you. See what happens when you get on my bad side? I don't like to hurt my fellow man, I kind of black out, and It just kind of happens. I don't know why.
(He is smirking. You cannot tell if this an excuse for violence, or a serious issue. The rage is more than likely alcohol related. He cracks another beer and lights another smoke.)
Bob: Brian Cady, Brian Cady, Brian Cady, I don't know you. I don't want to know you, but I do know it sucks to be you. You'll soon know what it is that I am about. I am a man in pain, and I plan to unload that pain onto my opponents. As the good book says, Do unto others. Your humiliation is going to be my pleasure. I'm am on a whole other level than you, I'm on another planet and there is no way for you to even touch me. I'm going to duplex you through the mat, straight to fucking hell. Try and stop me pal, Try and fucking stop me.
(He is chain smoking, and clearly agitated. Bob Grenier appears to be a man with many issues. He takes a huge sip of water with a substance floating in it. It is pure Codeine extracted from Tylenol 3's and within a few minutes it has clealy taken effect. Bob Grenier slumps back down onto the couch and takes a deep breathe. He is calm and not the man he was just a couple of minutes ago.)
Bob: I'm not a bad guy, I just do bad guy things. Karma is a bitch. My life is spinning out of control. I just wanna..
(He makes a choking motion as he looks at his hands and wipes away a little bit of drool from the sides of his mouth. He is clearly not in his right frame of mind. It remains to be seen whether or not he will be able to safely enter the ring. But maybe the roar of the crowd and the competition are just what this broken man needs. He slowly tries to light another cigarette and fails. He looks back up at the camera man, who has not stopped filming. Bob's mood appears to flip again.)
Bob: Congrats. You've got your footage of the lion at the fuckin zoo. Is this what you expected to see? I'm a goddamn addict. Im a drunk and I am a terrible person. I cannot be held accountable for my actions. In due time, everyone and everything dies.
(He is crying now. He begins to kick empty cans, and flips over the table sending paraphernalia flying in every direction and gets in real close to the camera, his bloodshot eyes are visible.)
Bob: KC3. Welcome to the fucking jungle. You don't stand a chance. This will be the stuff of legend. When I am done with you, they will be calling me the Pocatello Poacher. I am stealing this entire show.
(He pulls a rather large joint from his pocket and lights it up. Slumping back onto the couch he grins again. He has clearly calmed down.)
Bob: You know, I don't like being so irritable. I just can't help it. The world took a huge shit on me and now I'm just the definition of reckless abandon. I'm from the backwoods of Northern Canada. I survive on what I kill. I live amongst bears in the middle of a moose rut and where I'm from we don't play nice. You guys are catching me at the end of a three year bender. Good luck.
(He proceeds to light another cigarette and take another slam of the codeine cocktail. The downers have taken effect. He speaks slow and steady. )
Bob: Boys, try as you might, you cannot escape O'gormans Neuce. When locked in tight, out go the lights. I may be a raging drug addict, drooling all over myself but I'm still better than either of you. When I pass through the ropes its rehab. The only drug I'll need is the W.
Camera Man: Are you ok?
(Bob has started nodding off. He pops back up and grabs the drink off the table. He slams the rest and laughs.)
Bob: Yeah, Fuckin fine. Just livin it up. Plotting my revenge on the fucking world.
(Bob throws up all over the place. The fatal mix of alchohol and codeine has done him in . He will be angry tommorow. )
Bob: If I make it until tommorrow night, its gonna be the beginning of the rest of my life, if I don't die in my sleep this evening I will beat Brian Cady and KC3. Call Ehud of Moabs dealer for me... He has some good shit...
(Bob passes out and falls off the couch onto the floor. The cameraman calls 911 and reports a potential overdose. As the camera turns off he can be heard telling Bob he will show him the footage when he is sober.)
Bob: I guess you can come in, friend.
(He speaks sarcastically and his tone is mean, it is not a genuine greeting.
Upon entering you can tell that in short time he has made this place his own. There is a cold water extract station on the table and beer cans are scattered about and a stale stench of smoke hangs in the air.)
Reporter: Not much is known about you. You are said to be a recluse. Talented yet volatile.
Bob: For 3 years, I've been living and breathing in the fucking shadows pal.
(He speaks clearly and the tone remains very stand offish. His eyes are completely glazed over, this man is clearlybin a drunken stupor. He puts a cigarette in his mouth and fumbles with his lighter.)
Reporter: Smoking, Drinking, Drugs. Are you in any condition to be employed here? They'll hire anybody these days.
Bob: You are lucky I need you. Quite frankly if you ever speak to me like that again, I will not hesitate to smack you in the mouth.
Reporter: Need me? For what?
Bob: I'm entering my name into the Brian Cady/ KC3 match. Were gonna make it a triple threat. You are going to tell the president of this company for me. If he doesn't like that it doesn't matter I will walk to that ring and I will maim anybody who trys to stop me.
Reporter: With all due respect, You are clearly high. You want to enter into a triple threat match?
Bob: You are pissing me off. I'm warning you. Those two men have shown me nothing. I've not seen them or heard from them about my intentions this week. I couldn't even find tape of these clowns. These 2 are in for a long fucking night. Let it be publicly known, I want in.
Reporter: Let's drop the the tough guy facade for a second. Do you really think it's wise, jumping into a ring non chalant, with conditioned athletes? Guy's not destroying themselves with multiple substances the night before the show.
Grenier appears to be angry. He butts out his cigarette and drops his beer on the ground, never taking his eyes of the OCW reporter. He stands up, and grabs the reporter by the neck and throws him up against the wall, lifting his feet of the ground. He get's in really close and begins to berate him.
Bob: You come to my domain, Where I am going to lay my head, You talk nonsense and ask stupid fucking questions, You sir, are lucky that I don't rip out you're fucking vocal chords. Facade? You clearly have no idea who I am. I am a feral beast and you almost became the food pal, but today is you're lucky day, Consider yourself spared. When you go back, let them know you came eye to eye with beast. I want you to tell KC3 about the evil that you see in my goddamn eyes. Tell Brian Cady, The Mad Genius, The Butcher of Baskett lake has him the fucking cross hairs. Let them know The Robert Grenier Redemption tour starts early, and it's starts with them.
(He slams him off the wall 5 or 6 more times, banging his head continually. Bob Grenier punches this poor man in the mouth and kicks him in the ribs. He opens the door, and proceeds to throw him out while laughing. When the camera man tries to leave, Bob Grenier grabs him and signals for him to stay.)
Bob: Don't go. I like you. See what happens when you get on my bad side? I don't like to hurt my fellow man, I kind of black out, and It just kind of happens. I don't know why.
(He is smirking. You cannot tell if this an excuse for violence, or a serious issue. The rage is more than likely alcohol related. He cracks another beer and lights another smoke.)
Bob: Brian Cady, Brian Cady, Brian Cady, I don't know you. I don't want to know you, but I do know it sucks to be you. You'll soon know what it is that I am about. I am a man in pain, and I plan to unload that pain onto my opponents. As the good book says, Do unto others. Your humiliation is going to be my pleasure. I'm am on a whole other level than you, I'm on another planet and there is no way for you to even touch me. I'm going to duplex you through the mat, straight to fucking hell. Try and stop me pal, Try and fucking stop me.
(He is chain smoking, and clearly agitated. Bob Grenier appears to be a man with many issues. He takes a huge sip of water with a substance floating in it. It is pure Codeine extracted from Tylenol 3's and within a few minutes it has clealy taken effect. Bob Grenier slumps back down onto the couch and takes a deep breathe. He is calm and not the man he was just a couple of minutes ago.)
Bob: I'm not a bad guy, I just do bad guy things. Karma is a bitch. My life is spinning out of control. I just wanna..
(He makes a choking motion as he looks at his hands and wipes away a little bit of drool from the sides of his mouth. He is clearly not in his right frame of mind. It remains to be seen whether or not he will be able to safely enter the ring. But maybe the roar of the crowd and the competition are just what this broken man needs. He slowly tries to light another cigarette and fails. He looks back up at the camera man, who has not stopped filming. Bob's mood appears to flip again.)
Bob: Congrats. You've got your footage of the lion at the fuckin zoo. Is this what you expected to see? I'm a goddamn addict. Im a drunk and I am a terrible person. I cannot be held accountable for my actions. In due time, everyone and everything dies.
(He is crying now. He begins to kick empty cans, and flips over the table sending paraphernalia flying in every direction and gets in real close to the camera, his bloodshot eyes are visible.)
Bob: KC3. Welcome to the fucking jungle. You don't stand a chance. This will be the stuff of legend. When I am done with you, they will be calling me the Pocatello Poacher. I am stealing this entire show.
(He pulls a rather large joint from his pocket and lights it up. Slumping back onto the couch he grins again. He has clearly calmed down.)
Bob: You know, I don't like being so irritable. I just can't help it. The world took a huge shit on me and now I'm just the definition of reckless abandon. I'm from the backwoods of Northern Canada. I survive on what I kill. I live amongst bears in the middle of a moose rut and where I'm from we don't play nice. You guys are catching me at the end of a three year bender. Good luck.
(He proceeds to light another cigarette and take another slam of the codeine cocktail. The downers have taken effect. He speaks slow and steady. )
Bob: Boys, try as you might, you cannot escape O'gormans Neuce. When locked in tight, out go the lights. I may be a raging drug addict, drooling all over myself but I'm still better than either of you. When I pass through the ropes its rehab. The only drug I'll need is the W.
Camera Man: Are you ok?
(Bob has started nodding off. He pops back up and grabs the drink off the table. He slams the rest and laughs.)
Bob: Yeah, Fuckin fine. Just livin it up. Plotting my revenge on the fucking world.
(Bob throws up all over the place. The fatal mix of alchohol and codeine has done him in . He will be angry tommorow. )
Bob: If I make it until tommorrow night, its gonna be the beginning of the rest of my life, if I don't die in my sleep this evening I will beat Brian Cady and KC3. Call Ehud of Moabs dealer for me... He has some good shit...
(Bob passes out and falls off the couch onto the floor. The cameraman calls 911 and reports a potential overdose. As the camera turns off he can be heard telling Bob he will show him the footage when he is sober.)